some random
gorgeousness prosaic – the indentation
of other
furniture has not yet subsided the echo
lacks authority;
I do not doubt
what it is
I smell but I doubt its significance
I doubt its
lack of speed and its repetition
I doubt
the indentation it has not finished making
yet I don’t
let go
I find things
to fill this space, I tell
the same
story over and over and over again, and this is sung, rolling
over and
over
like a
lawnmower or a cement truck
